The death of a loved family member forces me deep into myself facing painful and beautiful memories.
I mourn alone but I believe it is a unique and necessary solitary experience, beautiful in a way.
I think of my Grandfather and he will always be the strong patriarch ... even though his last few months he was so weakened and frail. I will think of him tending to his garden with so much love and pride. I will think of the way he smiled and laughed often. I will think of his tenderness and love he gave to his grandchildren and great-grandchildren. I am proud to call him grandfather.
Thank you for your presence in my life.
Goodbye and may you rest peacefully.